Original Poetry. For the Guardian and Sentinel
COME TO THIS LAND OF OURS
"Come rich and poor to this Western part,
..Come to this fruitful land;
Enjoy this comfort in the heart,
..That God has given to man.
"Our country calls on all to come,
..Both high and low renonwn;
All that wish can have a home,
..On this productive ground.
"We have honey here and lasses,
..And every thing that's sweet;
The fish abound in masses,
..And every kind of meat.
"Carpenters: Come to the County Seat,
..And come it with a tilt;
For wages here are hard to beat,
..And all want houses built.
"Blacksmiths here would be well paid,
..For they are very scarce;
In cattle, hogs, and best of trade;
..And often out the purse.
"Come all to Fremont County,
..For that's the goodly land;
There all receive a bounty,
..Yes every industrious man.
"Here land lays high and rolling,
..And is extremely good;
Here wives are never scolding,
..Except when out of wood.
"Timber is all that's lacking,
..And that is all we mind;
The trees are rather scattering,
..And sometimes hard to find.
"We need not live expensive,
..And who would better that;
Our pastures are extensive,
..And cattle always fat.
"Our meadows are unbounded,
..The land is rich and cheap;
The soil can not be sounded,
..So evenly and deep.
"I ask you all to come and know,
..It is no more nor less;
Your dimes to dollars soon will grow,
..And plenty in the desk.
"This verse my composition ends,
..My names intitials, J. W. B.
A friend to true Americans,
..A friend to Mr. D_______."
(Mr. Dawson, please find a place in your valuable columns for this short D_______ucktail.) FREMONT COUNTY, Iowa, May 8th 1852.
[trancribers note: Dawsonville is now part of Tabor; transcribed by W.F., August 2006]
